I do not live like others in this world
I do not have a life of my own.
It is duties, responsibilities and sorrow
Somebody forgot to parcel me happiness
That until I met you, cool breeze
I had to make do with the smaller joys of life
And find rest and shade among
The thorns of life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lone lily among thorns............. dark but comely........................................